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Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. The major’s hand stilled. “Then why go out with him, Michelle? Why belabor yourself?” Lucy questioned. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. “He dissembles,” he said. Our ideal had fallen. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes.
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